Some man christened me today in Vons. He was behind me in line at checkout, and while I am emptying my carry basket of soup produce onto the counter, I hear a loud crash. My legs is wet from the knee down. Somehow he has dropped a quart bottle of whiskey right at my feet. I walked home smelling like whiskey. Hmmmm. His eyes were turquoise blue, full of mischief. Is my Dad saying hello? The energy of everyone around was surreal.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 00:02:22 +0000